Living with James wouldn't be so hard after all...John stirred and she prepared herself to face him. Having spent all her adult life running away from...him it wasn't so easy now to stand in front of him."John?"He grunted and then coughed in response. Angela tried again. "John? Can you hear me?" Angie?", he whispered. Angela had to suppress a wave of nausea. She hated that name because he was the only one who used to call her that. She decided that she wouldn't last long in that room."You wanted. I reenter the resort lobby from the rear entrance and begin to explore the first floor where all the amenities are located. I notice that the dress at the resort seems to be casual. I’m probably overdressed compared to most of the other the guests and Erica will be too. It doesn’t matter as neither of us will be in them for long.While wandering about the lodge and getting my bearings, I call Erica on my cell phone.“This is Erica,” she answers.“Erica, this is Meg. I’m at the resort. Got here. “They’re good for other things as well as burning.” I felt the candle moving inside me, twisting and turning, rubbing against my warm squishy vaginal walls, pressing against my special soft spot. The ice cube must have melted, because I felt quite a lot of liquid running out of my slit and down my thighs. Of course, it might not have been just melted ice. “Ah, Jesus fuck, I’m going to come,” I swore again. “Oh, I don’t think so, not yet anyway,” he said, and I felt him let go of the candle,. "I think our buddy Blanchard can dig his own fucking hole," Slim said."Whatever," Porky mumbled.Slim came over and took me by the arm and led me back to where he had been digging. Then he cut the tape off my hands and handed me the shovel. "Start digging asshole."I didn't move. My first thought was that I was not going to dig my own grave but after giving it a little more thought and receiving a little encouragement from Slim in the form of a slap to my head with his gun, I changed my mind. It.